CELL PARTY ))) - OPEN

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester, being told by Shattered to get the fuck back in his cell, had decided to take a little extra time to get down to the dungeon. He brought down his old box of clothes, the flower pot full of water (although he spilled a lot of it on the way down) and a tiny box of candles.


    His cell was one that would have been used to house at least four prisoners. It would have mainly been used in times of war, to house the POWs all in one place. Rickety metal bunk beds lined both sides, a good ten paces apart. They were falling apart, but the one on the left was sturdy enough to sleep in. He had also pulled in one of the hay sacks from the other cells to lavish up the place. Candles, which he had lit using the constant flame in the kitchen, had been placed in the corners of the room, a good four or five placed in each corner. He had crushed most of them with the stick he had used to light it, but at least he had enough un-crushed to keep it going. The pot full of water was placed in the center along with his own, freshly caught mice, rats from the cellar and even a few hares from his journey back into the castle.


    "CELL PAAAAARTAYYYY!" Jester called up the dungeon stairs. It was a little musty, and he was not found with so many people being close and... physical, with him. But this was mainly just to spite the fact that he was in jail.

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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=transparent](c)[color=transparent]la bokeh #trojan

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -21px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: -2px;][align=center][size=15pt][color=white][b]☆ I'M ABOUT TO LOSE IT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: -19px; margin-left: -20px; letter-spacing: 2px;][align=center][size=10][color=white][b]( DON'T THINK I CAN DO THIS )[/fancypost]
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    So was her training now on hold since Jester had been 'thrown in prison'? Tsubomi doubted that either of them were going to let that happen. Grinning at her mentor's call, the blue she-cat wondered if he was serious, or if he was throwing a party just to spite those who had condemned him here. He sure had a lot of nerve. She admired that. Climbing the stairs, the Baronet cast her dark eyes all about the room. It was no longer dark with all of the lit candles, but the place was much different than the other areas of thundercastle. It was musty, moldy, and damp. "Cozy, in a way," Tsubomi commented, flashing the larger felines a sarcastic grin. "We should hold these 'cell parties' more often."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester glanced sharply at the body of his son, narrowing his eyes. "I'm assuming your the stupid breeze god?" He looked away, mumbling a 'whatever, as long as there's more bodies down here.'


    "It's big enough! You can all fit on a bed! Although those ones on that side are a little rickety, so lighter people up top! Or you can sit one of the hay stuffed bags that do nothing for your butt... well... your butt can't feel anything after last night, can it Pho?" Jester let out a high pitched bark of laughter before turning to Tal, the fake smile returning to his face. "Glad you could join us."


    Then to Crystals, his eyes narrowed. "Well let's see here. You can either come to the party and claim it as your own, because I really like that one, or you can just say I made it! I don't care either way." Another bark of laughter and that fake smile returning. "I'm kidding, you guys hungry?"


    He ignored Tsubomi. He needed to get her alone so they could talk about traiing. Hopefully she would take the hint and come to him.

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    Ballad crept down to the cells nervously, not used to be in the one place that hadn't been renovated when the castle had become a hotel. There hadn't been a 'last the night in one of our haunted cells and get a free week of boarding' promotion for nothing. They weren't actually haunted, of course, but they certainly could creep you out! Trembling only the slightest, he ceased shivering once he reached the group.
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    This was bullshit, but Danse was cool with it. The tiger narrowed his eyes and stocked down the stairs, taking a seat.

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    Well this was certainly entertaining. Stifling a purr of amusement, Tsubomi's dark gaze flickered to and from all of the felines. However, the observant feline did pick up on the fact that her addressing had been skipped over. Flicking the tip of her tail in a part-curious-part-annoyed-part-what-the-hell manner, the Baronet slipped over to one of those haybales in a bag. Though they wouldn't be much comfort for a tiger, according to Jester, she didn't find them too offensive on the muscles. Plus, she was closer to her mentor here, if she did happen to get his attention.


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